Geracula - The cocksucking count (Frerard)

Out of all the things Frank expected to see when walking into the supermarket's cosmetics aisle, this was definitely the last. In the hair dye section of the store stood two lanky looking boys, one patting his foot with his arms crossed while the other held up two boxes of permanent hair dye next to each other, comparing them. But that wasn't what had drawn Frank's attention.

No, what drew Frank's attention was the way both were dressed. The taller one, the one who was now sighing dramatically and murmuring something about how the store was too brightly lit and nudging at the other one, telling him to hurry up, was dressed in a faded black tee, skinny jeans and a leather jacket, all three hugging his body way too tightly and making him look even skinnier than he was, which didn't surprise Frank that much (sure, it wasn't exactly a stylish choice, but he had seen worse), though it did make his eyes sore a bit. The other one, who was telling his friend to 'leave him alone cause he was trying to focus' as he held up the hair dyes even higher, on the other hand was dressed completely... ummm - Frank couldn't find the right word. The guy looked like he came straight from the eighteenth century, with his white button-up shirt that had a black bowtie poking out at the front of the collar and what looked like some very old horse riding boots that his black dress pants were nicely tucked into. And to top it off, his back and shoulders were covered by a black cape that went down to his ankles, giving the boy a very eccentric and distinguishable look.

Frank sighed, staring down at his yellow T-shirt which featured the supermarket's logo and the text "Ask me for help if you need it" written in an ugly font. He turned around, deciding he would check the next aisle for some more normal looking clients to help out.

He didn't even manage to make three steps when he felt a pat on his shoulder and he quickly turned his head around, seeing the tall boy from before, Mr Eighteenth Century standing beside him.

'Umm... Do you work here?' the taller guy asked, as if he had never been to a supermarket before and didn't know what the employees looked like.

'Yes. Can I help you with anything?' Frank responded, raising one of his eyebrows.

The tall boy opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by the caped weirdo.

'Yes indeed, there is something you could help us with.' he said, pausing to point at the two boxes of hair dye in his hand. 'Could you tell me which one of these is darker?' Frank took a good look at the boxes, noticing they were from different brands, but both in the same color: black.

'Ummm...' Frank started 'They're- they're both jet black, how could one be darker?'

'That's the exact same thing I've been trying to tell him for twenty minutes!' the tall one exclaimed, his tone filled with frustration.

'Shush Mikey, nobody asked you anything.' the other boy said calmly. 'I know they're both black. But which one is blacker?' he added, earning a confused glare from Frank. Did this guy just not understand the basic concept that jet black was the darkest black possible? Right there and then, Frank wished he could have just walked away from the two boys and leave them to figure out "which black is blacker" by themselves, but that would've meant losing his job.

'They're both in the same shade, just from different brands. None is darker or blacker than the other.' Frank explained, the taller boy whispering an 'I told you so' to the other guy, who looked like he was deeply in thought.

'Aha, I see. It seems that my assumption that the colors are different was wrong. Thank you, kind sir for helping us and making me see the error of my hypothesis, for that I will be thankful all of my life.' the statement made Frank's eyes go wide, before he forced out a chuckle and responded with 'No problem.'

'Now, if you'll excuse me and my brother, we need to go pay for this.' the tall one said, dragging the other boy behind him as he made his way to the checkout, earning a very weird look from the cashier.

Frank smiled to himself, happy that he would never have to see those weirdos again.

*****

Seven hours of helping out confused customers later, Frank is walking home, still thinking about the two boys from this morning. He doesn't know why, but he has a weird feeling about them. Not that feeling weird about them is something unjustified, after all, they were acting extremely od-

Frank's train of thought is interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind him. His heart jumps and he tries to gain the courage to look behind him, but his eyes are strangely fixated on the dimly lit sidewalk in front of him and he finds himself unable to look in any other direction but forward.

So he does the only thing he can do, he speeds his pace up. But the person behind him's footsteps grow faster too. Frank keeps on moving forward, before bursting into a sprint and running as fast as he can.

Just when he thinks he's escaped, he feels the cold touch of a metal blade against his throat. His body freezes.

'Now now, empty your pockets and no one gets hurt.' a harsh voice whispers in his ear and the blade presses harder against him.

Frank closes his eyes, trying to control his breathing and a single tear rolls down his cheek. He sinks his hands into his pockets and hesitantly grabs his phone and wallet, when he hears a vaguely familiar voice from somewhere behind him.

'Hey, leave him alone!' the person whom the voice belongs to yells, and Frank hears the harsh voice from before chuckle, leaving his ears ringing.

'Oh really, what are you gonna-' the attacker doesn't get to finish his sentence before collapsing to the ground. Frank turns around to see the same boy from this morning, the one with the cape and the bowtie, and he's not sure if it's his mind playing tricks on him or not, but he could swear that the boy's irises are a deep shade of red.

'W-What did you do?' Frank asks, backing away when he sees the attacker's limp body laying on the sidewalk. 'D-Did you... kill him?'

'No, relax. He'll be fine in a couple of hours. I just bit him.' the boy says it way too calmly.

'You bit him? What the-' Frank yells, but the boy's hand covers his mouth.

'Be quiet. His friends may still be around here. I understand that you're shocked, and I promise I'll explain everything later, but for now you just have to listen to me, okay?' he pulls his hand away from Frank's face.

'Look into my eyes.' he says and Frank obeys. The boy lifts up his hand and with a click of his fingers, Frank is asleep.

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